Tag: Crispina Kemp

Mellow Yellow | Crispina Kemp

May 1, 2020

Red light slipping into yellow
Tones everything it touches mellow
Through the windowpane, it peeps
O’er the windowsill, it creeps
A welcome in the room it fills
Contrasts with the seeping chills
That this autumnal time of year does bring

Former art student, Crispina Kemp earned her crust in events and theatre management until illness stopped play. She’s now a volunteer (unpaid) poet, photographer, writer of micro-fiction and mega-length mythic fantasies set in prehistory. Check her out at http://crispinakemp.com

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, August 2020

Originally posted on the site: 21/10/2019

Tattered remnants | Crispina Kemp

April 23, 2020

Tattered remnants of desiccated leaves
reluctant to lose their grip on old familiar trees,
afraid to cast their lot upon the vagrant winds of fall
and gracefully to return to the Mother, source of all.

Former art student, Crispina Kemp earned her crust in events and theatre management until illness stopped play. She’s now a volunteer (unpaid) poet, photographer, writer of micro-fiction and mega-length mythic fantasies set in prehistory. Visit her blog at: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 12/07/2019

Inspiration Called | Crispina Kemp

April 23, 2020

Inspiration called today
you were not here
you’d gone away;
gone away to distant isles
where inspiration hangs on trees
and you can pluck it from the breeze.
Inspiration called today
you were not here
it did not stay.

Former art student, Crispina Kemp earned her crust in events and theatre management until illness stopped play. She’s now a volunteer (unpaid) poet, photographer, writer of micro-fiction and mega-length mythic fantasies set in prehistory. Visit her blog at: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 05/07/2019

The Road To Nowhere | Crispina Kemp

April 22, 2020

Remember the road …
The road to nowhere …
Nowhere, where I go to dream …
To dream of better days, a better year …
A year that brings you home to me …
To me from out of nowhere.

Former art student, Crispina Kemp earned her crust in events and theatre management until illness stopped play. She’s now a volunteer (unpaid) poet, photographer, writer of micro-fiction and mega-length mythic fantasies set in prehistory. Visit her blog at: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/

Originally posted on the site: 24/06/2019

For Sophia | Crispina Kemp

April 21, 2020

I discarded riches, discarded clothes,
discarded flesh from off my bones,
to take the step incomparable,
to stand before you
vulnerable.

Former art student, Crispina Kemp earned her crust in events and theatre management until illness stopped play. She’s now a volunteer (unpaid) poet, photographer, writer of micro-fiction and mega-length mythic fantasies set in prehistory. Visit her blog at: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/

Selected by the editor as a featured submission, May 2020

Originally posted on the site: 14/06/2019